He sat behind the waterfall after Alysia left, thinking about it. Their argument moments ago paled in comparison; at least she hadn’t broken his nose. Andrew smiled, reliving the time that had happened, and he had deserved it. It had been in this very place.“Andrew,” she said in a falsely sweet voice, “Why did Lord Graham behave the way he did today at the hunt?” Her voice turned up at the end of the question, and Andrew knew she was baiting him, and he was in trouble.“Behave how?”“Oh, I suppose I mean the bit about how he thought I would toss more than my hat for you, that I should be too sore to manage sitting in a saddle. And whether you thought I howled louder than the hounds. You know, that sort of behavior, Andrew dear.”“Hmm? Oh. Yes, Graham does get a bit raucous. It’s no wonder you hear such things when you ride out with the gentlemen.”“I wouldn’t object to riding with gentlemen, Andrew. I have never seen you and your friends act like cavemen before.
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